maybe he's lost in thought trying to figure out how and when his laces came undone
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We will never know
Sigh
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might be wearing loafers and wondering where the laces are
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Seems like a loafers kinda guy
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maybe he shoulda worn flippers
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"might be wearing loafers and wondering where the laces are"
lol
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Brilliant, fucking lol TG
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OOHHH that was so reall
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tommy, you should've come over
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taking a dump here
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By the way Rowan, this was my new poem I just wrote. I'm taking a less verbose and more personal style as I said I would:
"No matter how cold
the stones separating the
house and the street
have become, the portrait
never changes.
You'd claim my passion,
tall tale of greatest waste;
I'm being let down even while
euphoria seeps through dusk;
give me a real story, 'cause
idealism doesn't cut it sometimes.
I left as you had
so many faces,
danger and lust, trust
simply broken glass, the
ruinous impasse.
months later, and windows remain shut
I can't come back to the portrait
of surface love and steady tension;
after all, love in the picture frame
isn't always the scene we want to turn to.
...and... the more I turn to the portrait
the street seems colder and the stones
separating it from the house grow closer."
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Still one of the best albums out there :3
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Damn sorry man I didn't see that poem until now!
Really nice work dude you put some beautiful imagery in there
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Thanks, man :] I was heavily influenced by Billy Joel, as well as an event that really happened with me
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Doesn't sound like a happy story, but art rarely is
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I can tell you what it's about if you want :P
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Only if you feel comfortable with doing that dude don't let me force you
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gather round
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Warm yourself by the fire, son
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It's basically about my first experience with sex and separation. I remember it... I was with a new
friend, and we bonded quickly as friends until we had a movie date at a showing of the new Great
Gatsby movie. She said it would be cool if we made out after the movie, and so we did just that. It
eventually led to making love, but something felt off. There wasn't really any passion felt or
anything, and yet that's what I was interested in since we bonded. It felt like she just wanted
psychical gratification and nothing do with me. Turns out that she was interested in someone else.
Well, when autumn came around, we didn't talk anymore and that was that. The poem also deals with
proverbial coming-of-age and how things have changed since college. A lot of things, including the
"love" experience, making friends closer to my college, and finally getting to write and play more
music, happened during this last summer, and so I had a lot to reflect on with this school year.
This poem was one that I wanted to make for months, and it never came out right. This is probably my
most personal work, and I wanted to treat it like a story.
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